To a poet the mere making of a poem can seem to solve the problem of truth, but only a problem of art is solved in poetry.
I believe that misconceptions about oneself that one does not correct where possible act as a bad magic.
Poetry brings all possible experience to the same degree: a degree in the consciousness beyond which the consciousness itself cannot go.
We live on the circumference of a hollow circle. We draw the circumference, like spiders, out of ourselves: it is all criticism of criticism.
If you find something to tell, tell it to your truest, though that make little to tell; the truer you speak, the more you will know to tell.
I am not ‘in pursuit of truth.’ It is not my ‘quarry.’ I am of my human nature a thinker, and conscious of need, responsibility of thinking-speaking with truth. I do not go about hunting ‘truths.’
The end of poetry is not to create a physical condition which shall give pleasure to the mind… The end of poetry is not an after-effect, not a pleasurable memory of itself, but an immediate, constant and even unpleasant insistence upon itself.